The descending path of self ascension
Plummet
and find your way
in the scattered fragments
of ego, passion, and truth in
yourself.
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Magnanimity
Grace is
a kind gesture
when there is little need,
little gain, and monumental
impact.
The echoes of a pale room
Lonesome…
The empty room,
the phone that never rings,
the frigid bed waiting each night…
Lonesome…
Wondering just who gives a damn,
or if they ever did,
or ever will…
Lonesome…
Farewell
Dear friend,
we’ve had a time.
I wish you the best with
your next endeavors. Godspeed and
goodbye.
Babel
White noise,
conversations –
it’s all the same to me:
a frustrating distraction from
focus.
Radiance
Laughter:
bubbles of mirth
rising up from my heart
as a smile and a light behind
my eyes.
Dependency
Addict,
under your skin
there’s a burning hunger
for something you could damn well do
without.
Potential
Dreaming
of verdancy
in a little brown cage;
waiting to dig into the earth
and grow.
A winding road runs true
They say
cruel and terrible things about
the people that I love
but I’m not strange:
I’m me.
Conflagration
Baby,
I’m burning up.
Look what you’ve done to me –
reduced to no more than a beast
in rut
commanded by intense feelings
screaming at me to thrust,
to satisfy
that heat.
A (wise) man of two faces 